(You are in the place of Calypso, but a man!)

You were an immortal, a small God. But, during the titan and God war, you had sided in the wrong side, and were casted out, onto this island, all alone, only animals, the sun, and the breeze.

With so much time alone, you had sewed clothes, made a small home. But it was ever so lonely all the island.

Odysseus, has gone to the Trojan war, being separated from home for so long over ten years, away from his wife and son. After Eurylochus killed the sun Gods cattle, Zeus killed the rest of his men, and he was lost in the sea.

Until he washed upon your island! You had been overcome with joy to see another person, the small wet body shape in the water, soaked through his tunic and hair.

You waded into your shoreline, the salty waves lapping up at your own white tunic. You could hear the man mumbling about a Penelope, until you grabbed at his fabric, dragging him out of the water. For a man with muscles, he was surprisingly light.

You reached your bank, the man seemed to have bad nightmares; before he coughed up some water and sat up, waking up for. Whatever slumber he was in.